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:meow: About Us

You can refer to the About LitCritiques journal for specific information about the group or get a brief idea below.

:house: Membership

If you would like to join, we would love to have you! In order to have your membership request accepted, you must critique one piece of your choosing within the group's gallery. I will send a message out when you apply, and you can link your critique there. Then you're a part of the group! <3

Note - If you are invited to the group, you are still expected to read the rules and participate. You've been invited because I feel the group would be good for you and I'm trying to get more people involved. You are by no means obligated to join or participate <3

:salute: How It Works

This is not a submit your work and comment on one piece to get it accepted group. Oh no. How is that fair? You submit your 2,000 word long piece and then comment on someone's poem. When you submit to this group, the admins will pick a piece for you to constructively comment on. Sounds cool, right? Now all of you who never get comments on your work are guaranteed it if you want to submit to the group.

:deviation: Submissions

For now, submissions are wide open. I'm trying to decide how much I think I can handle per month. It's just little old me, for now!

:confused: FAQ

Your questions will go here.

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Literature
and i am caught in your teeth
outside, you are roses.
you are spring day,
a summer morning,
a flower in dewdrops
learning to blossom.
but you have hands made of thorns,
and you are grasping my heart with a clenched fist.
i am a half-alive bird caught
in the talons of a hawk,
feathers tearing from my bleeding skin
and splashing in the mud.
i keep scissors in my nightstand,
but you are a weed
that one must rip out at the root.
unfortunately,
my hands are ghosts
that were never too good
at grasping things in the first place.
:iconFierySpark:FierySpark
:iconfieryspark:FierySpark 9 6
Literature
if it were possible to do so...
If it were possible to do, she walked with a lisp.
Did she drag one foot across the floor slightly with a ssss from the smooth sole of her shoe sliding across the cement and stone?  Perhaps, but I could never catch her doing it.  
As we worked at the old church on Saturdays, helping put together the archives of one hundred years of parish records into some reasonable order for shipment and storage in the new building, she would flit from room to room, shelf to shelf, not noticing her telltale sound that let me know where she was at all times.
She focused on the packing and planning, while I cataloged and indexed.  We worked as a silent team, just two volunteers working in the service of our community, organizing a past we both surely knew no one would ever review.
Maybe it was the silence and solitude of the old building we enjoyed so much.  The walls were tinted with tradition, and sounds of the outside world hardly penetrated the stone.  Perhaps t
:iconenigmaticsmile:enigmaticsmile
:iconenigmaticsmile:enigmaticsmile 15 8
Mature content
The Chase of the Curupira :iconvbiancardine:vBiancardine 1 0
Literature
Trap
With an enticing voice,
I lure you to me,
As smooth as pearls,
I string my words carefully.
Step by step,
You come closer,
As I beckoned to you,
With a song.
Unwittingly, innocently,
You listened,
To my my deep, melodious tenor.
But beware,
For I am a TRAP.
:icon27Marchen-Weaver:27Marchen-Weaver
:icon27marchen-weaver:27Marchen-Weaver 9 14
Literature
Memories of Brass and Blue
    Clack.
    That was our home phone, settling unevenly in its base after a ride in my mother's not-quite-steady fingers.
    "Well, what happened?" That was Dad, his voice dressing that special kind of casual that camouflages apprehension in front of children. But we were all adults, at this point.
    "She passed away." Mom, using words that seemed too formal for her own mom. Looking back, I'm pretty sure she was trying not to cry.
    "..."
    And that was me. I did something that was a bit more soundless: I turned myself off. My brother exited the living room in silence, and my father embarked on a stream of consolation phrases to guide my mother through her consternation; I just sort of watched, at a distance that felt miles upon years away from three feet of couch and cushions. Little things, like a stray line of silver along Mom's hairline, or the fact that Dad sings bass but often spoke tenor, became magnetic
:iconTales-of-Tao:Tales-of-Tao
:icontales-of-tao:Tales-of-Tao 13 19
Literature
Thinking, Dreaming, Wishing
There isn’t enough time in the world
For the thinkers,
Not enough moonlight
For the dreaming,
And not enough love
For the wishful.
:iconXxXWiltingVioletXxX:XxXWiltingVioletXxX
:iconxxxwiltingvioletxxx:XxXWiltingVioletXxX 7 2
Literature
Stay
You gave me your favourite shirt,
Wrapped it around me like your arms
And I twined a string around your wrist
That was tied around my heart.
I feel those threads pulling,
They tug at my chest when you’re away;
Each step makes it harder to breathe—
             I just want for you to stay.
:iconXxXWiltingVioletXxX:XxXWiltingVioletXxX
:iconxxxwiltingvioletxxx:XxXWiltingVioletXxX 15 6
Literature
Self-destructing
I can feel a storm brewing
inside my rib cage
and it's shaking all
of me
I think I might drown
"But, my dear, let's try our best
to keep afloat," you say, but
the lighthouse has lost all hope
The mist is heavy on my bones
and it covers my eyes
from seeing ahead and
from seeing you
(So, in that way,
I guess it's okay)
"I warned you
to always keep your promises,
but you never listened,"
is all that echoes inside my head
Because it's true-
the hands I used to
be able to keep at bay
have crawled up my spine and are
already tight around
my neck
I don't know how I got here
Maybe the waves were
rocking me to sleep,
the sirens lulling me
to the rocks,
But now I'm self-destructing
:iconWindFragments:WindFragments
:iconwindfragments:WindFragments 9 11
Literature
Unaware
When you are two and five and ten
you are unaware ––
of the cactus in the windowsill,
how, fragile, each quill bends
and breaks and falls apart.––
Twelve years later, on a Tuesday,
you dream about a boy
who bumps his head
on an iron slate and you wake
in a cold sweat.
You are twelve when you are
always bumping shoulders.
Twenty-two years of Thursday.
There is nothing at all.
And you wonder (and
you wonder why)
each time you wake.
The cactus in the window bleeds
with you when you bump it.
No one ever mentioned
frightened things bite.
So you have always been unaware.
:iconCampbe:Campbe
:iconcampbe:Campbe 145 48
Literature
smoke beneath the playground lights
i am still caught up,
somewhere in my head,
in our delusions of grandeur;
weaving daisy-chains and folding stars
scraping our knees and acting like a bit of blood can make us tougher
rolling joints and picking ourselves up off the concrete 
reciting lyrics and poetry like mantras,
playing at being adults like we could actually see through all the smoke
we're barely out of high school and still wandering like ghosts in a town that can't wait for us to pack up and leave. 
we're dead to them already, it's not home anymore
we think we can make it on our own --
shit, 
you can't even read cursive. 
:iconsingagainsoon:singagainsoon
:iconsingagainsoon:singagainsoon 15 3

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:iconannabellem:

Hi everyone! I hope your week is going well!

So a fellow member of ours, dtb84, is working on an outline I would like our help. He writes:



So, I’m working on an outline for a long story… I have the basics of the story set down, I’m figuring on spending my writing time fleshing out the outline over the next week. While the story was bobbling around in my head I started wondering what setting I should place the story into. I feel it fits either into a historical era (Roman or so, maybe with a touch, light touch, of fantasy) or postmodern (as seems to be popular in Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Divergence and so on).  

I was hoping to get some thoughts and opinions between the two (or other) settings before I finish up the outline and begin drafting the story out, any ideas?




What do you guys think? Do you prefer the historical era or postmodern genre? Let me know below or go here to let dtb84 know personally!

Don't forget Featured Poll winners will be announced tomorrow, May 6th!
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3wyl Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello everyone! Hi!

If you would like to join an active comment group, head over to ProjectComment! We have been active since 2009, and we are still fighting strong to give you the comments you deserve! La la la la

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Wicked-Faerie Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Student Writer
What happened? All activity seems to have ended. :( 
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RoseScarlet Featured By Owner May 18, 2014  Student Writer
hi, i was wondering when the poll results will be announced???
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shipwreck-stars Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014
I recently withdrew a piece, but resubmitted a different one. I also deleted the piece you assigned to me for feedback, but is it alright to withdraw a submission for a different one?
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annabellem Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Student Writer
It's fine to withdraw a submission which I hope is what
you are asking! I'll just assign you a different critique <3
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shipwreck-stars Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014
 I guess I was a little unclear with that, but thanks!
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annabellem Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Student Writer
My head has been spinning lately! You were probably perfectly
clear and I'm just losing my mind over here, lol! Let me know
if I didn't do what you asked! <3
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DailyBreadCafe Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2014   Writer
I just want to say about the rule, I think the person submitting their piece should have a choice on the thing they critique. I agree that it should be a similar piece, so why not make the rule that if you submit your piece, you must link to a critique you've left of a submission the in same folder?
The reason I stay this is because I'm only available in bursts, so the chances are that a piece assigned for me to critique will sit for a while before I do it.
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annabellem Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Student Writer
I can see how that makes sense too, but when members
win contests and such, I want them to benefit from having there
pieces suggested for more critiques. And I wouldn't want everyone
in the gallery to target the same poem and so on and then other
pieces get neglected. This way I can make sure everyone gets the
same amount of attention. <3
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DailyBreadCafe Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2014   Writer
Hmm i guess you have a point there.
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